Riley

Chapter 46

Riley POV
His words make an involuntary shiver go down my spine.

"We could go to a hospital if you want and they can do it. " he says hopeful

"We can't. They'd ask to many questions and we still have dead bodies in my grandfathers back yard. I'll be fine. "

"Are you sure. "

"Yes...in don't have a choice but to be." I sigh

He looks sad for a moment as I study his profile. He looks beautiful. There's very dim light shining in from the windows and it streaks across his white cheek.

"Okay where are the medical tools." He stands straight up and clasps his hands together looking at me.

The hand clasp reminds me of my father. I'm going to be traumatized for the rest of my life because of him and all he's done. But, at least granddad is okay.

"Upstairs under the sink in the cabinet." I direct him.

He starts to hobble away and it comes to me that he didn't check his leg.

"Come here." I demand. He stops and struggles to turn around.

"You didn't check your leg. " I add.

"That's because I will be fine, and your my first priority. " He says as a matter of fact.

"Get over here. " I demand and point to a spot on the couch.

He hobbles over and stares at he spot.

"Riley. I cannot fit there. I'm way to muscular in size." He grins down at me.

"And muscular you are. Strip. "

He fake gasps and puts his hand to his chest. "What if I don't want to?" he challenges

"Well, then I won't show you my body until I think You've learned your lesson. " I stick my tongue out repeating what he said to me earlier. "Okay seriously though, sit down. "

He hobbles up and sits opposite of me so that we face each other. He groans and lifts his hips so he can remove the joggers.

His body is completely naked from waist down. I try not to look at his area. I can feel him watching me, my eyes stay firmly on his injured leg.

There's blood, it's still bleeding. I look at the floor and there's blood on it. A full blood trail from the door to the couch, to the area he made it to when I told him to get the first aid and now back to where he sits currently.

There's a hole in his leg, just like mine. Exactly like mine, same leg, same spot on the leg. Only one shot went off though. And I'm positive it hit me.

"Do you have a bullet in your leg also?" I ask nervously.

He leans forward and examines his wound. "I don't think I do." He sighs and runs his hands through his hair, messing it up even further.

"Do you think that you feel the same pain that I do? I know that sounds crazy, but I'm positive only one shot went off." I ask

"No, no, not crazy. Yea, I think that your wounds are also my wounds." He rests his hands on his lap.

"But when the guy hit me across the face with his gun when we were running through the forrest ,you didn't feel it then, did you?"

He looks off into the distance, which is really just the wall. "I don't think I did. "

"Maybe it's only when it breaks through the skin. Or when your in your 'heightened' moments. "

"Heightened moments?" He asks, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow.

"Yea. When you become all super fast and strong. Maybe that's why you didn't feel it when I got hit with the butt of the gun. You weren't in your stage yet because you hadn't expected me to get hit. But seeing me hit may have forced you into that stage."

I take a breather and he straightens out his head and nods so far In agreement.

"Thats why when you saw Michael about to shoot me you became so fast and strong and was able to catch the bullet. Because I was in immediate danger. And when I actually was shot...you felt it." I finish.

He stares at me with a very black expression. "Well I think that's one heck of a explanation." He sighs and rubs his eyes." And for your info, I'm always fast and strong." He smirks "But I think you may be right."

"Can you stop rubbing your face?" I ask before he can say anything else. "Your getting blood on yourself. I like to look at your face without it being bloody. And your not usually that damn strong. I can beat you up if I wanted. " I stick out my tongue.

He blinks at me and rolls his eyes. "Sure Riley. But like I was saying before. " He grins at me and it falters. "That would explain why falling from the van onto my face didn't hurt. And why you bending back my fingers didn't hurt either. It didn't hurt when I was shot in the calf the other day by Michael...or in the chest just now either."

He shakes his head. "But man did it hurt when you got shot!" He chuckles. "Getting shot sure does hurt!"

I burst into laughter. "Of course it hurts!" I glance at my leg. "Okay now get this out of me."

Peter POV
I get up and hobble to the stairs. I take a deep breath and hop one by one up each stair and make my way to the bathroom.

The first and and medical is where Riley said it would be. A big white carrier box with bold red words on the front that read "First Aid".

Making my way down the stairs I try to ignore he fact that I'm naked waist down, its annoying considering I have to hop down the stairs. I decide to try to distract Riley from the fact that I'm about to be digging into her leg.

Once I reach the bottom I strip from my shirt also and hobble to sit fully naked on the couch in the position I was before.

Riley glares at me. "What are you doing?"

"Treating you leg, like you just demanded about two and a half minutes ago. " I say in an obvious tone. "Silly goose." I add for humor.

She chuckles and I open he box and pull out some rubbing alcohol, needle and thread, gauze, tweezer like metal things, and a box of latex gloves.

I set the kit on the ground and pull out a pair of latex gloves. I slip them on and wiggle my fingers.

"Are you ready?"